Um, Wait. There’s Something About Today…

OK, so yesterday wasn’t what you could call “stellar,” unless, of course, you count my blood pressure and proximity to a fatal stroke. Every bad day has to have SOME good somewhere, or there would be no reason to assume that getting out of bed tomorrow will be worth the effort. So, for all the crap that was my Wednesday, the little bit of good appeared quite softly, and had it not been for Cyndi, easily underestimated.

When I got home last night I found all my children waiting for dinner. Almost all, that is, cuz little Ivy was missing. I knew she was inside somewhere, but she usually makes her way into the room, at least. After I fed everybody, I called her and went to the back bath, where I found her big sister/would-be murderer staring at a closed closet door. When Lily saw me, she walked up to the door and tried to open it from the bottom, and sure enough, when I turned the knob, there was Ivy, snoozing on a pile of boxes. How she got shut in there is another day’s story, but ’twas a happy ending, so no matter.